Forever young, or, wishful thinking?

I was driving home tonight.. beautiful day in KC... temps, like San Diego weather... Listening to the local “Oldtime rock n roll” station (101.1 here in KC)... windows down... volume cranked to max... like, high enough the guy prolly two lanes over would be annoyed... then I looked in mirror... asked... is this proper? Am I TOO OLD to do this?

May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

Switching songs for a moment... People try to put us down... talking 'bout my generation”... By golly, I think it DOES have something to do with our/my generation. If I were 20, 40 years older... or, 20, 40 years younger, mebbe I wouldn't think “our age” so special. But... I do. We had the audacity to ask “why?”... “Because it's always been done this way.” “SO? Why must we?”

Challenge authority? Uh huh, I'm all for it.

May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

Buddyamine at work. His gf, circa HS in the late 60's... 2 yr old grandkid comes over.. “Vic, he really takes to her.” Why? (I ask).. “Well... his other granny... she stands erect.. doesn't get down “to his level"... Sherrie does.. she lays on the floor... at “his level” (forever young).. he “gets it”, smiles, giggles, loves her for that. Forever young. I've found the same to be true with my own grandkiddo... by golly, fester down carpet-level... there's an acceptance.. a somehow “we're both young”.. (In spita granny/g-pa's wrinkles)..

May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
And may your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

Wishful thinking? Or, forever young.

Inspitea the changes physiologically to me, those similarly aged, I/we feel young. I'd like to think, I/we think young. Obstinate? Fearful of aging? In light of the fact I tore up my AARP card when it first arrived, age fitty, I don't think so.

Scoff all you want. If you were from beginning Elvis era... WWII era.. Lady Gaga era... Michael Jackson era... (Close your ears..).. I don't give a rats. I happen to think I/we (those in same boat) grew up in the very best “Hell yeah, I ALWAYS plan to act/think young” era there ever was.

Last night.. my wonderful niece and her bf, assisted me in fetching 'new' sofa, chair, ottoman, 30 miles 'cross town. As they followed me, I texted “it's against the law to text and drive”...

Something maybe about keeping a part of the 60's, 70's alive still in our 50's, 60's, 70's. Label, color “us” any way you wanna...

I/we are forever young. Love, Victurd

Egg McMuffins and Grumpy Old Men...

Victor, WHY must you share your day here? NO ONE cares.. Aren't you embarrassed?

Sorry. I'm guessing 359 days outta 365 in the year grade out at B+ or better.

Today, not-so-much.

Started at 5:30am at McDonalds. SO excited about going to read the morning paper about how the Chiefs damn near won a game.. about how I had two and a half hours to relax before the bell rings at work... about "me time"...

So I walks in... Three-Fourths of 'em (that work at local Mickey D's) don't even ask.. they automatically ring in a sausage biscuit, a sausage McMuffin, a Senior coffee and a water.. "$2.80 please"...

Not-so-much today.

Bright eyed, bushy tailed, walked in. Snotnose behind register. WAIT... Before you judge that (snotnose).. it's said lovingly. For goodness sakes, my 'can do no wrong' granddaughter has a snotty nose - and I willingly use the sleeve'a my shirt, think
nothing of it... versus mebbe wiping my own and thinking "Ewwwww"...

Snotnose is a term said lovingly, to those that got it all ahead. So NOT derogatory at all.

Up I walk to register. Up she walks to register with this electronic thingy attached to her ear...... Her eyeballs met mine (a good start, many snotnose's eyeballs don't).. she said"I'll be with you in a moment".. i thought "cool".. and she punched her headset, said "may I take your order please" and proceeded to fix whatever it was they ordered, meet 'em at the drive thru... and return to me....

Up to my register she walks(again)... no eyeball to eyeball this time.. hey, it's cool... then she clicks the headset thingy again, "welcome to McDonalds, would you like to try a (whatever the new GD thing they've concocted that kids hate to ask, but must)...

So... I ain't too upset at this point.. I do wonder what the sports writers are saying about the Chiefs.. I do 'froth' for the Sudoku page (I'm an addict".. and, actually, I'm kinda hungry...

So, finally, our eyeballs meet again, she at my register.. standing face to face.. Practiced my order silently.. and then, a third time, she clicks, asks drive thru person "Welcome to McDonalds would you like to try a Mango (some damn thing)..."

Right there and then, the AARP, grumpy ole men came out in me. I hoofed it. Quoting Snagglepuss, exit, stage left. And I did. And I get to car, chastise Victor "You dumb ass, you're surely gonna meet up with her again some weekend morning.. she's gonna look you in eyeballs, and remember."

Forgive me Father, for I have old-age sinned. The thoughts "why, BACK IN MY DAY"... "Why, when I was your age........"... and from memory of many moons ago the shoe was on my other foot..... I was a tad embarrassed.

Work, events therein, grew considerably (close your ears) shittier... so, chalking it off as an AARP day. Three-fitty-nine good days outta 365 ain't bad anyways.

Happy Tuesday.... love,
Walter Brennan....(And Victurd)

Hello Lord... If it's Ok by You, I'm taking the day off tomorrow....

Nothing's really wrong... I just plan on snoozing late... finally awakening to
the smell of the coffee I've set to brew at 10am... putting on a little classical music... light's low... mebbe a trip to the Community Center (if/when I wanna), where I'll bypass the workout room, head for the sauna, and finish off my trip in the jacuzzi... No newspapers, CNN, ESPN, WDAF, KCTV5, KMBC... no radio...

Yes, I'm sure nothing's wrong.. I just want a day off from:

The stock market falling 400 points...

Another article about the Big 12, and this school going here, that school going there... Texas TV revenue.. Congress's present spat.. The Liberal FB thingys, the Conservative FB thingys... The Palestinian bid...

The most recent “3 die in shootings in Kansas City”... Border atrocities.. Death penalty arguments.. Moammar... This athlete's 4 year $60 million contract... Foreclosures.. School layoffs.. Schools shutting down.. Any signs that relate the price of fuel... STRESSY!

Profanity.. Wow, today, went to smoke a cig (I know 'horrible' to some, but stress-breaker to me).. I thought I was standing in Bud's Pool Hall.. Fellow coworker dropped so many F-bombs in ten minutes, I was rethinking “whyinthehell do they call it 'a break' ?“...

Victor, you're really a grump tonight. I know... sorry. I likes “up” and sometimes TV, Radio, Current events, local events, sports, the world, make it difficult to keep them corners of the mouth turned up. So... taking the day off... with intent of keeping corners of mouth up, even if I gotta stand on my head.

I go back to onea my favorite Room 222 quotes (yes, I'm old).. Havoc was basically happening in the hallway, in the office.. nerves of all (students, teachers, administration) frayed.. Principal crosses his arms.. smiles.. calmly says “I'll never forget April 22nd.”... Bewildered coworkers, kids, fellow administration folks looked at him, and finally one blurted “WHY? What happened April 22nd?”...

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Seeya bright-eyed and bushy tailed Saturday morning, 9/24.

Love, Victurd.

(Oh.. and Lord... thanks for the very cool email with the “fun” church signs... My favorite was prolly the one that was almost covered by 3 feeta snow and it said “Will whoever is praying for snow, PLEASE stop”!)

It ain't necessarily all about Andy, Aunt Bea and Opie......

Wow. Whenever I thinka this show, I smile. I remember the whistling to begin the show, the years of the week after week new shows... and of course re-run after re-run after it ended. The Andy Griffith show is/was, America.

Twisting for a moment if I may.. (Victor, it's your blog, do anything you damn well please).. THANKS!..

Son of a buddy'a mine.. recent grad of NWMSU.. had asked the (former now) very successful long-term head coach for a couple of autographed footballs for a fundraiser they had coming up.. Of course, Coach obliged, and buddy's son, an aspiring coach himself asked.. “if I can ask you to list just 3 things that could help make me a successful coach, what would you tell me?”.. Way cool.

Coach Tjeerdsma answered... “Well... organization.. you can't be too organized.. two: don't worry about what you don't have, focus on what you do have... and three.. treat people that take care of you very well.. and I say that: the administration, the office secretary, the groundskeeper, the security personnel, the equipment manager... etc.”

Victor, a nice lesson, but the hell's this got to do with Andy Griffith? Tons. Helen Crump. Otis Campbell.. Emmett Clark.. Warren Ferguson... Floyd Lawson.. Goober Pyle... Clara Edwards... Thelma Lou

The main characters, ABSOLUTELY critical.. Such as.. Andy represents us. You, me, spouses The folks you absolutely dread getting that phone call that will bring you to your knees to learn they've gone to the beyond. Folks close.

Aunt Bea represents aunts, uncles, grandparents.. older folks who've “learned you well”.. folks who may not be quite as swift physically as they once were, yet.. a heightened importance, endearment of them.

Opie represents youth. Long live youth, and it always will. There is wonderful innocence, eagerness, and honesty with youth, and that will live forever.

As I traversed around “The Square” at the recent “Old Liberty High School Celebration” I was VERY delighted with all the Helen’s, Otis's, Emmett's, Warren's, Floyd's, Goober's, Thelma Lou's that jumped out to say “HEY VIC, HOWYA DOIN?!!” I mean, of course I had my folks.. my sister.. I had my best friend Sanford, and my mosta the time gf Teri.. (The main characters of my youth) but my life would have been, and would be, incomplete without all the folks that have 'touched' me as the years have past...

Fellow coworkers.. former coworkers.. HS/College mates, fraternity brothers.. workers in businesses I've patronized, worked with, sought after.. and sure, fellow bar stool mates at the joints I've partaken at...

A gal, semi recently in my old age singledom, once broke up with me because mebbe she thought I smothered her with 'touch'.. Not nasty touch.. just touch.. and that's ok.. a recent email said “biggest mistake I ever made.” Tis ok.

I'll admit, I love touch. And being touched. And I don't mean physical. (Although admittedly, do enjoy that.)

I am touched by those in my life, whether it be for a softball season, a ten year coworker, or some dude who happens to be in line infronta me at the Piggly Wiggly, there's a fervor inside me for touch/communicate/smile/be happy.

Victor, you're making yourself out as a saint. Nuh huh, not the intent. Just me, and what I like. Know many who don't feel this way. See several at work, walk in to start the day... eyes focused on the concrete ahead.. no touch to be had.. and that's cool... Me? I'd rather walk by them (any) or past them and throw in any greeting, or perhaps even a smartass statement about something from the past. I likes touch.

Barney. Crap, we haven't even mentioned Barney, where's he fit in? Ya know, I ain't real sure. I know we've probably all known “Barney Fife types” in our day... and while we recall, we smile, love them.. but we giggle too... Mebbe that's where Barney fits.

Bottomline – the Andy Griffith show was/is peaceful. Fun. Energetic. Creative. Same ole, same ole. Perfect, for that day and age... and I truly believe the Opies of today would enjoy watching it now.

All about happy. Honesty. Fun. Living. The right thing. Finding the proper way to wiggle outta situations... treating those that take care you equally as well... And touch.

I love to whistle, and perform a pretty mean Andy Griffith version, but it's impossible to do so on a blog. So... as I depart, with fishing pole on my shoulder (Don't buy it, I hate fishing)... please close your eyes and 'listen' to the whistling Andy Griffith theme song. Does wonders for me. As does touch.

Love, Victurd.

Magic Bus

Every day I get in the queue (Too much, Magic Bus)
To get on the bus that takes me to you (Too much, Magic Bus)
I'm so nervous, I just sit and smile (Too much, Magic Bus)
You house is only another mile (Too much, Magic Bus)

5:30pm, 9/9/11. Deserted Pub House - parking lot. Rain.. not just coming down, but going North to South, as in yeowzah... “Magic Bus” (a very long van/coach) pulls in.. One by one they enter... Their present abodes: New York, Dallas, Leavenworth, Kearney, and of course, Liberty...

Thank you, driver, for getting me here (Too much, Magic Bus)
You'll be an inspector, have no fear (Too much, Magic Bus)
I don't want to cause no fuss (Too much, Magic Bus)
But can I buy your Magic Bus? (Too much, Magic Bus)

Nooooooooo!

Hey, that was Waids... yeah, and Krogers right there... Remember Crown Drugs?... Up the hill to Ridgeview.. ah the mems.. Surfer shirts.. first day of 8th grade football watching teammates put on pads the first day 'cause you didn't know how to either.. Mrs. Sumpter... Mr. Eaton.. Mr. Karsten.. Mrs. Lee.. Coach Murphy.. Hey there's Stan Clark''s house...

I don't care how much I pay (Too much, Magic Bus)
I wanna drive my bus to my baby each day (Too much, Magic Bus)
I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it ... (You can't have it!)
Thruppence and sixpence every day
Just to drive to my baby
Thruppence and sixpence each day
'Cause I drive my baby every way

To the old High School.. changed, but so very much the same.. Remember? The Cokely's lived right there.. Rewind the tape – back to when we had more pep in our step.. more glee in our club...

The kinda-sorta nifty thing about this bus tour, it really wasn't 'best buds' who hung out with best buds.. it was a conglomeration of folks, ranging from the Class of '60, to the Class of '70.. Each recalled what school/where they were at when the news of JFK came..

Magic Bus, Magic Bus, Magic Bus ... Up to the Square.. Bud's Pool Hall was there.. yep, Woodys, Mattinglys... remember all the drawers in Boggess?... whitewashing the Square.. of course Homecoming parades.. Mace Shoe Repair.. Breipohls, Beggs, Brants, D'Agees, Fisher's Flowers.. paint it 1965 again.. and we did...

I said, now I've got my Magic Bus (Too much, Magic Bus)
I said, now I've got my Magic Bus (Too much, Magic Bus)
I drive my baby every way (Too much, Magic Bus)
Each time I go a different way (Too much, Magic Bus)

By each one's house... a moment having the floor to point out who lived where, what was done for fun.. and any unusual tidbits.. up to and including learning after almost 50 years “aha, so it WAS your brother who put sugar in my gas tank!”..

To Westboro.. house upon house.. ne'er a patch of land to play ball.. “Oh, true, but.. back then, ours was the only house on the block.. plenty of places to play ball.”

I want it, i want it, I want it, I want it ...

Youth. You can't have it. Or can you? It was a treat to see things “through the eyes of a 16 year old” again. A common love for Liberty. Not way unlike any Midwestern town – still, unique and special to us however. Finalizing the tour – we adapted from the '60's, to present day. What began as Franklin, the Junior High and the Old High School.. is now 12 Elementary schools.. 2 Middle Schools (The hell is a Middle School?).. 2 Junior Highs.. and a humongous new High School, home to the Eagles. (Hey.. we're all “Liberty”)..

Every day you'll see the dust (Too much, Magic Bus)
As I drive my baby in my Magic Bus (Too much, Magic Bus)

The evening topped off by hopping off the bus, running across s'more old farts from our era at The Dish Pizza joint. Rain, health, economics, distance – it didn't stop us. I think, suffice to say, a good time had by all. Viva La Liberty....... love, Victurd

FRIDAY, 9/9.. “Last call.. fun for all”....

I watch my granddaughter's (attempts) at first steps – and it only seems like yesterday when I walked to Franklin for 2nd grade.

I see 13 year olds text away... and wasn't it just the other day you were in the Oak tree, I was in the Elm – we each had an empty tin can, strung together– and thought it was sooo cool to communicate thataway?

I see (Page after page, post after post) “this side” retorts.. "that side" rebuttals... wasn't it only yesterday we learned “The President is dead” and we were ONE?

I get off work at Five.. slither into the easy chair soon there after.. Wasn't it only yesterday we went to school 8 hours, had athletic practice (or worked parttime job) and then went out until just before the sun came up? (And did it allover again the next day.)

I see the wonderful displays of the master gardeners around our gorgeous city.. Wasn't it only yesterday we walked into Fischer's or D'Agee's(nervously) to buy a boutonniere?

I see humongous SUV's that are equipped to carry the Chief's starting offensive line, and still have room leftover for a few coaches.. Weren't mag wheels, roll up windows, 4 on the floor, 3 on the column only yesterday?

I see us scurry about, checking items off the list to see how rapidly we can complete, be back to that easy chair (To hell with mega shopping centers, give me a place I can pull right up to the door, 'get it over with'... wasn't it only yesterday we “Slow(ed) down, you move too fast. You got to make the morning last. Just kicking down the cobble stones. Looking for fun and feelin' groovy.”

I say, let's go back, even if only for an evening. We have 17-20 folks signed up for the Friday night Fun Bus, 9/9/11... Departing by the old Pub House (now closed, our parking there won't obstruct).. Bus leaves at 5:30pm – and for two hours, it's a time machine that travels back 40-50 years to remember 'our Liberty.” Give us the address of where you grew up – we'll swing by and you can tell us stories..

Oh, and of course The Square, WJC, Franklin, Ridgeview, Manor Hill... THE OLD HIGH SCHOOL.. blurting is permissble “THAT's where 'so-and-so' lived!”.. Chapplers, Eisens,Mattinglys, Beggs. Kroger, Safeway,. Schoellers, The Dairy Joy,...etc, etc..

The folks signed up – we were kids in the 50's... age/graduating class year doesn't matter.. come. Let's turn the clocks back.. comeraderie/smiles permitted.. One hour short of the Professor and Gilligan's three hour tour.. we'll hop off the bus (Gus) at 7:30pm.. To the Dish patio after?

I gotta turn in kinda-sorta final numbers today.... holler.. (Please).. vicschultze@hotmail.com (cell, 816-394-1662) Thanks, Victor

Last call for Fun For All... (FRIDAY, 9/9/11)

FRIDAY, 9/9.. “Last call.. fun for all”....

I watch my granddaughter's (attempts) at first steps – and it only seems like yesterday when I walked to Franklin for 2nd grade.

I see 13 year olds text away... and wasn't it just the other day you were in the Oak tree, I was in the Elm – we had empty tin cans and string – and thought it was sooo cool to communicate thataway?

I see “this side's” retorts.. that's side's rebuttal... wasn't it only yesterday we learned “The President is dead” and we were ONE?

I get off work at Five.. slither into the easy chair soon there after.. Wasn't it only yesterday we went to school 8 hours, had athletic practice (or worked parttime job) and then went out until just before the sun came up? (And did it allover again the next day.)

I see the wonderful displays of the master gardeners around our gorgeous city.. Wasn't it only yesterday we walked into Fischer's of D'Agee's to buy a boutonniere?

I see humongous SUV's that are equipped to carry the Chief's starting offensive line, and still have room leftover for a few coaches.. Weren't mag wheels, roll up windows, 4 on the floor, 3 on the column, cherry bomb mufflers only yesterday? (Cars back then REALLY had wings?)

I see us scurry about, checking items off the list to see how rapidly we can complete, bet back to that easy chair (To hell with mega shopping centers, give me a place I can pull right up to the door, 'get it over with'... wasn't it only yesterday we “Slow(ed) down, you move too fast. You got to make the morning last. Just kicking down the cobble stones. Looking for fun and feelin' groovy.”

I say, let's go back, even if only for an evening. We have 17-20 folks signed up for the Friday night Fun Bus, 9/9/11... Departing by the old Pub House (now closed, our parking there won't obstruct).. Bus leaves at 5:30pm – and for two hours, it's a time machine that travels back 40-50 years to remember 'our Liberty.” Give us the address of where you grew up – we'll swing by and you can tell us stories..

Oh, and of course The Square, WJC, Franklin, Ridgeview, Manor Hill... THE OLD HIGH SCHOOL.. blurting is permissble “THAT's where 'so-and-so' lived!”.. Chapplers, Eisens,. Kroger, Safeway,. Schoellers, The Dairy Joy,...etc, etc..

The folks signed up – we were kids in the 50's... age doesn't matter.. come. Let's turn the clocks back.. comeraderie/smiles permitted.. One hour short of the Professor and Gilligan's three hour tour.. we'll hop off the bus (Gus) at 7:30pm.. To the Dish patio after?

Fun Bus cost under $20 (depends on final #'s).. I gotta turn in kinda-sorta final numbers today.... holler.. (Please).. vicschultze@hotmail.com (cell, 816-394-1662) Thanks, Victor

Fun car ride....

I'm leaving Kansas City, Kansas City here I leave... They got some crazy little traffic there and I'm gonna get me gone.

Shopping at Target (152 Hwy... KCMO.. West of I-35 where a kajillion dollars was spent attaining/building new businesses whilst 'we' argued over a Triangle, couldn't agree to whatinthehell to do)...

Left onto 152 (toward Liberty), brief tummy-twinge. “Redlight Row”.. Back in the day, ya honked and waived at damn near every other car.. Now, we're three lanes deep, everyone in a hurry, u have no idea if the person infronta you, beside you, all around u, is from Holt, Kearney, The Big E, Faucett, Smithville, Turney.. who knows..

I live in Liberty, work 30 miles away in Grandview. Takes me damn near as long to simply GET ONTO INTERSTATE as it does to get to G-view once I'm on it. Same thing with this path back into Liberty.. Usually can hear four songs on 101 the Fox, a traffic report, the weather, and 7 ads before I'm back in city limits.

Not this day. Both hands on the wheel... WE'RE OFF! For whatever reason, the drive was timed so I made it past I-35, past the “duh, we better do something” Triangle, the HS, 291.. the little shopping center.. ALL THE WAY to the Jr. High without stop. A miracle.

Soooooo... after I dropped my beautiful granddaughter's beautiful mommy off at her abode – I decided to take my own “Fun Car Ride” (Hint hint) around the ole Eastern part of Liberty – still virtually untouched since back in the day.

Stopped at the Square, mems of everything there.. the parades.. the meals.. the bargains.. the fads.. the pimply jr high nights at The Plaza Theater.. Heard the wonderful Bells from The Hill announce “it's nine am” with nine 'chongs'...

Up around WJC.. wow, the mems there.. watching older sister's buddies play FB.. playing there later myself.. and watching many more over the years.. The Chiefs.. The sight of my hound dog Brownie gnawing on EJ Holub's butt as he rammed the blocking sled. (EJ didn't even turn around, he just kept swatting to get him off, continued blocking.)

The low road, where assuredly some 30-somethings walking around today were 'created'.

Down Miller Street.. The house I grew up in, next door to the Flanigans with 9, count 'em, we can start any damn kinda game we want, there are 9 of us kids. (Later purchased the home I grew up in from my folks.. and it was perty damn cool seeing kid go/do same things I did in the neighborhood.)

Past St. James Church where the old B-Ball court was.. where us kids, black/white/whatever met up, all got along, wasn't 'us against them”.. Us WAS us, all of us. A transitional era we were in back then to correct the wrongs of our forefathers. I think, proudly, we in Liberty, were aheada the game.

Up one stately one way street, down another... ne'er a change in looks from “Ask not what your country can do for you... I have a dream... My fellow Americans.. We have liftoff.”

Toward the High School.. It will always be “the High School” in my heart. (Speakinowhich, the hell is a Middle School... what's an Explorer? A Knight?)... the trees now kinda block the view up to it.. still, in my mind I see it.

So, so many fun times there.. from the first day tummy churning Freshman walk into the door (FRESHMAN? FRESHMAN at the High School?).. Yes, Freshman.. And somehow we survived it.

The games, the fads, the faces, the teachers, the important non-teachers there.. The walks, the locker combos.. the crushes.. the hands held.. the breakups..the notes.. stupid stuff we'd write/have written in our yearbooks.. Detention.. Senior Skip Day.. The “new” building.. Shop.. Ag.. We were all different, yet alike as hell. Co-existed, and quite nicely.

I could ramble on and on about the town I grew up in, and still call home. (Victor, ahm, we noticed the rambling, we GET IT, you love (and loved) Liberty.

Yes, yes I did. And yes I do.

If you'd like to take this same ride... only in a fancified Fun Bus.. Friday, 9/9 (The Big Celebration is Saturday, I'll be back in town Friday.. the hell do we do then?).. you join us, that's what you do. We'll depart close to the Old Pub House (Price Chopper's parking lot) at 5:30pm.. and for two hours “we'll go back to 19-fitty something, 60-something. (It escapes me now, but some movie long ago, they gave the old folks in the nursing home some euphoric concoction that made 'em feel/act like 17 again.)

That's what I'd love for this Fun Bus Tour to be for us. Dial me up at Sterling-1.. no that ain't it... Ahm, Thornwall-7.. oh shoot.. send me an email to reserve your spot.. $20 or less, dependent upon numbers.. we're right around 20 heads now. vicschultze@hotmail.com (Don't forget the “E” damnit.. speakinowhich.. the hell is this ABCDF crap?

ESMIF, love, Victurd.